Those of you who know me well know that I often complain about the arrival of Daylight Savings Time. It seems I'm off-kilter the entire summer, until, once again, we return to "normal" time. Perhaps this is all in my head.
Anyway, Sunday evening, when we were leaving church, Dan said, "This is why I like Daylight Savings." What he meant was that it was still daylight as we were driving home, and the mountain, moodily shrouded in clouds and still wearing a few patches of winter snow, was lit up with the last rays of the sun. So, as we stopped at the end of the little road that leads from the church building to the main street, I rolled down the car window and snapped this picture . . . looking east from our church building. The brown, dormant desert grasses will soon be turning a sage green.